Well it’s finally here.

I won’t be bringing a book, or note pad to go sit on a bench in the park to read or write while sipping a Grande half-sweet white chocolate mocha any day soon. And it will be months before I’ll be jumping on my bike to ride Calgary’s pathways.

There’s no more denying it.

There’s no more deciding not to wear socks, or not to dress in layers, or wear a warm coat. Winter is here and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to put on my big-girl-snow-pants, lean into the north wind, grit my teeth and plow through it. I don’t have a choice.

Yeah, yeah, I know some of you are excited about winter. You’ve been looking forward to sledding, skiing, snowshoeing, igloo building, icicle licking and whatever else you do in winter.

As for me… should you need me, I’ll be indoors, wrapped in a cozy blanket on my favourite chair, sipping hot chocolate and watching reruns of Island Life.

Previously my view of winter was a big dislike. Now that we live in a small cabin in the woods, I have come to appreciate winter. Don’t get me wrong I love sandals, shorts & a tank top. It is my preferred attire. However, I appreciate the dormant period & what it means in the natural sense. (Plus I love a nice fire, a glass of wine, a cozy blanket & a great novel, best way to spend winter in my opinion)

Completely agree, now that I work from home it’s much easier to like winter. I hated fighting the traffic & the crazies that could not drive. Plus who wants to get out of a warm comfy bed at 7 am on a cold winter day. (I sleep in now).

I love fall the most. I love the seasons when I’m “IN” them. It’s the changing from one to the other that gets me. When I’m in summer I could live in summer forever. Same with winter. And definitely with fall. Spring, on the other hand, doesn’t call to me.